He was standing in front of me, looking as perfect as he had that night. Seeing him again reminded me of how intimate I had gotten with him. The moans and all of it. And my cheeks instantly turned red in embarrassment. But for the first time after that night, I questioned my upbringing. How have I ever done that? And wait, did he just call me... Wife?

I stared up at him, confused, but he still had his smirk.

"What did you call me?" I queried. But instead of giving me an answer, he started toward me, and with just a step, he was covering the distance between us, so that we were standing uncomfortably too close. At least, it felt that way to me. But he didn't look like he cared or minded.

"Wife!" He repeated it, this time, with a lot more sensuality. His breath fanned my face and my breath hitched. He was standing so close, too close that his lips were ghosting on mine. I Involuntarily started to take a step back, but he grabbed my waist before my foot could touch the floor and pulled me into his body.

He smelt masculine, richly of an expensive cologne that although stayed faint to the nostrils, was still domineering. And I couldn't help but be drawn into that barely perceptible scent of masculinity. He smelt heavenly and felt that way too, like home. But then I pulled away from him even though I didn't want to.

"Why- why are you here?" I stuttered, staring at him.

"I heard my wife was trying to run away from me, so I came to find her."

"I'm not your wife." I frowned at him. Why did he keep calling me his wife?

"Yes, you are. And..." He looked me over from my shoulder down to my hand and then his eyes stopped on my fingers. His brows furrowed. "Why aren't you wearing your ring?"

I stared dumbfounded at him. 'Ring, what ring?' I thought to myself. Then I recalled the metal I had seen on my ring finger yesterday. So that was his! But, how did it get to my finger?

"Come, wife, let's go home." His voice, calm and compelling, pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up at him and found his alluring grey eyes searching mine.

"I'm not your wife," I argued, taking a step away from him and he let me this time, only to cover the space between us in the next minute.

"You are my wife." He stated.

"No, I'm not." I refused, taking yet another step away from him.

"Yes, you are." He covered the distance between us again.

"I'm not," I argued further and tried to step away from him again, but he pulled me into his broad body. My breath hitched at the suddenness and my eyes grew wide.

"Yes, you are." He stated calmly. "Remember we had sex the other night?" He said and I turned all tomatoes. How could he use the word 'sex' so casually, like it wasn't something to shy about?

"That- was- just a one... night sta..." I let the rest of the words sail. I couldn't bring myself to talk about something we did with our clothes off that night.

"No wife, it wasn't just a one-night stand. We fucke... had sex rather. I was a virgin when you came at me that night and until we had sex, I remained one."

Hearing him speak, I bit gently on my lower lip, trying to control the heat in the pit of my stomach and my face that continued to turn all shades of red at his words.

"I- was also a virgin," I murmured.

"Yes," he agreed. "But, it's different in both cases. You came to me, you initiated the whole thing that led to my being dis-virgined. I promised my grandma that until I get married, I wasn't going to share my bed with any woman, but you came along and forcefully took me to bed. You seduced me, you took my virginity, therefore you have to marry me."

"But..." I wanted to argue, but he beat me to it.

"If you don't agree nicely, then we'd have to go to court. And you might just be charged with assault. I'm quite popular here in LA, and I have the best lawyer in the whole of Los Angeles. Your lawyer would never beat him. Do you want that, Rayne?"

At the sound of my name, I found myself being carried away.

Earth to Rayne!!

And just then, he pulled away from me and took three steps far away.

"Guess I'd be seeing you in Court, Ms. Rayne." With that, he turned and started to walk away, and his bodyguards followed suit.

Court? I couldn't afford to go to court. I barely even have enough to take on the poorest person in control, let alone a man who claimed to have the best lawyer in Los Angeles. I thought it might be a brag, but no, something about him screams of that much power.

At that moment, I started to regret making that decision that brought me into knowing him. I bit on my lower lip, trying to stifle the sudden urge to cry. But, I couldn't watch him leave, for the good of me, I had to stop him.

"Wait!" I called out and immediately, he stopped as if he had been waiting for my call.

I left my suitcases and ran towards him. I bowed shyly, embarrassed at what I was just about to say. This wasn't the right way to get married. But I had no choice.

"I- I'd marry you." As I said those words, my eyes stung and tears threatened at the back of my ears. I never dreamed of getting married this way, especially to a man whom I barely even knew. It was even more heartbreaking because of the disappointment I felt because it wasn't Fred.

Two days ago, my boyfriend cheated and two days later, I'm getting married to a stranger.